Rainy Day Goodness

I used to love rainy days, especially storms. Now that they hurt my back and often cause migraines, I have less affection for them in general, but sometimes they can still be near perfect.

After my Dad woke me up this morning (I think our conversation on my end went something like "Blergh! Yes! Up for class! Thank you! Talk Thursday! Love you! Blergh!) I made it to class and to Vefa as I'm already described, all damp and yucky. I didn't quite settle in to a rainy day at home right away, but smartly (for once), I had put my sheets in the washer before I left home, so I hung those and put the duvet cover I use as a flatsheet in. It's drying right now, which means I may get a fully clean bed to get into tonight, when this process usually takes two days because drying takes forever and I don't usually remember to do it at 7AM.

So now I'm sitting on the couch, deeply enjoying my creamy cup of hazelnut decaf coffee and debating whether to move the light to the living room so I can do some Kyrgyz homework, watch one of the crappy but enjoyable movies MP left for me, go read In Cold Blood or one of the others I'm working on, or do something for work.

I'm lounging around in sweat pants and a long sleeved t-shirt and the only way this could be better is if I had lights everywhere I need them. Oh, and another bulb exploded last night, this one in the hallway near the kitchen, so I may never be able to see to cook again.